Gabrielle's POV
The evening had been perfect—maybe too perfect, if I’m being honest. After our little argument earlier, Matthew and I had managed to find that sweet spot of intimacy that had been missing for a while. We laughed, we teased, and for the first time in a while, there was no stress or tension between us.
But as the night wore on, something shifted. The mood between us changed, and I couldn't quite pinpoint when it happened. There was a quiet anticipation in the air, an unspoken pull that seemed to grow stronger with every moment.
We sat across from each other, not saying much anymore. The soft clinking of glasses, the rustle of the napkins, the sound of distant chatter all faded into the background as the only thing I could focus on was Matthew. His eyes—those damn eyes—hadn
